The Arrival Of Thoughts Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Between eating a salad and combing fluff from the cat
A thought might arrive like a bus out with a timetable

It might be worry about catching an unseen virus
It might be worry about damaging air pollution
It might be worry about elephants poached in Africa
It might be the worry about whales drowning in plastic

Between reading the daily post and doing a crossword puzzle
A thought might arrive like a plane out-with a timetable

It might be the sound of a waterfall in Glen Muick
It might be the smell of the wild white rose of Scotland
It might be the taste of blueberries on the hill
It might be the touch of my grandmother's velvet choker

Between drying the dishes and watching a robin hop
A thought might arrive like a sub-way out-with a timetable

It might be a phrase from a book about death and sunsets
It might be a snatch of folk song about a rose
It might be the memory of a lost child's footprints
It might be a memory of a forgotten smile

All these thoughtsmight arrive on a virgin platform
Not even stopping to use the public toilets
To pop up on the stage of the mind
And if you don't like them their performance
The answer is, don't clap!